Everything was so dark and heavy. My lungs weighed down, struggling to breathe. My heart beating like prey. Will this madness ever end? Does this darkness have a name? Is it my name? Am I the only thing standing in my way? Why am I holding myself back? Why am I not letting go?
Let go.
LET GO!
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Midnight Mumbles
Poetrysome are my own,(l.a.) others are not(n.m.)i just have a lot of thoughts.
